Capacity to Hate

I come across a lot of very angry people in my line of work. I deal with separating families...need I go on. But sometimes, the sheer hatred between two people, it beggars belief. There's something reminiscent of the school yard in separated couples critiques of each other. She says this. He does that.

What an unfortunately great Capacity to Hate there is out there in the world...

Capacity to Hate

She once spoke such soft screams
They echoed in the mistake she made on the lightest day
When the flower girls mooned to see such fun
Where the ring bearer cradled his humble cargo

Justify our love she cried
Justify my aborted love
Justify my dark foetal skeletal love

"My capacity to hate is boundless
I hate her fat pink lips
I wish they were mine
But I can only run my hands over her skin
I cannot crawl underneath it feel
the hot thrall of her veins pulsing
Underneath the cream of her chest
Her pounding pulse
Like a blinking horse
The nearest I am to her is now
When I have her fat auorta beating
into me
I crawl into her neck
I imagine her blood pouring over me
Now she is mine
I am a phoenix rising up out of  her wet
crimson flame."